Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Japan to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
the Swans,
T.S.O.L.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Marvin Gaye,
Dawn Penn,
Sam Rivers,
Faraquet,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.